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... firmament above, the blood-red glow spread like auroras, forming strands within which scarlet moths fluttered, breathtakingly beautiful.
In the air, Xu Qing’s long hair flowed as his figure stood tall, holding aloft the severed head of the god. At that moment, his silhouette etched itself into the memories of every cultivator on the battlefield.
This battle, originally locked in a stalemate between the cultivators and the gods, was altered by the appearance of Xu Qing and his gro ...
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